"It's definitely a nightmare to put on and take off. If you want to go to the bathroom you have to plan like 45 minutes in advance. I nearly wet myself one time, it was a close call. Because you know sometimes how it just comes on, like 'I need to go now!' And its like unzip me, unzip me, then you're like get it off, get it off! Then you've got to take the mask off and unzip a muscle suit and slip the boots out. Then I've got Under Armor on underneath. That was nearly a really expensive mistake. That was probably the closest I came to really embarrassing myself."

Near the end of a practice exam, a tall, pretty brunette girl sitting a few seats away from me raised her hand and asked if she could go to the toilet. She was told that she’d have to wait until the end, and she looked disappointed and crossed her legs even tighter than they already were. When the exam was over, we lined up at the doors ready to leave. The brunette was standing right in front of me and had her long legs very tightly crossed and was fidgeting a lot, looking very tense and annoyed. We were finally allowed to go, and I heard her mutter ‘thank God’ before hurrying off towards the toilets. During a morning lesson, we were about to go to the school hall to watch a presentation. A tall, attractive redhead girl asked the teacher how long the presentation was going to be, and he told her that it would probably go on for about an hour. She looked worried and asked if she could go to the toilet. The teacher didn’t let her and she sighed in annoyance and crossed her legs. I saw her later on after the presentation had ended, rosy cheeked and tense, walking quickly to the toilets. Walking to our last lesson of the day, a really pretty blonde girl was walking in front of me with her friend. I heard her say ‘I need a wee’, and moaned that she was going to have to wait another hour. She started singing the ‘Stop the bus I want a wee-wee’ song, then suddenly stopped and crossed her legs tightly, bobbing on the spot and pressing her hands onto the front of her skirt. She then moaned again that she needed a wee before walking into her classroom. At the start of lunchtime one day, I was standing outside the toilets waiting for someone to come and unlock them. Also waiting was a really pretty, short blonde girl, who was leaning against the wall with her legs crossed and looked very flustered and rosy-cheeked. Every so often she would sigh in frustration, move away from the wall and pace up and down the corridor, looking to see if anyone was coming to unlock them. Eventually someone came, and the girl stood there anxiously fidgeting before they unlocked the toilets for her and she rushed inside with a quick ‘Ohh thank you!’ Similar to the above, I was waiting outside the toilets one lunchtime for someone to unlock them when a group of girls came rushing over. Finding the door locked, a very pretty brunette girl bounced on the spot and moaned ‘I need a wee!’. Her friend sighed in frustration, crossing her legs tightly and replied ‘We all need a fucking wee!’ Rather than wait for someone to unlock them, they hurried off to try another set of toilets on the other side of the school. At a drama club after school one day, I heard a really pretty blonde girl say ‘I need to wee’, crossing her legs and pressing her hands down into the front of her skirt. She stood like this for a few seconds, twisting slightly from side to side, before saying ‘Ooh I need to wee’ and hurrying off to the toilets. After school one day, I was waiting outside the front gates when I saw a very cute, curvy redhead girl talking to her friend. She was standing with her legs really tightly crossed and every so often she would bob up and down, fiddling with the waistband of her skirt. She was complaining that she needed a wee but if she went to the toilet she would miss the bus and would have to wait 30 minutes for the next one. The bus arrived a couple of minutes later and she said bye to her friend, still crossing her legs, before getting on the bus for what must have been a very desperate journey home. Another day after school, I was waiting to speak to a music teacher but there was a girl already having a conversation with her after a music lesson. The girl was a gorgeous, tall blonde with a really short skirt, and I noticed that she was practically doing a ‘need a wee’ dance, pushing her thighs together, stepping from foot to foot, bouncing a bit and crossing then uncrossing her legs. She was red faced and looked absolutely bursting. The teacher commented on her dancing and the girl crossed her legs and bobbed on the spot, saying ‘Sorry Miss, I’ve been desperate for a wee all afternoon, may I go to the toilet quickly?’ The teacher laughed and said she could go, and the girl uncrossed her legs, bobbed again, thanked the teacher and hurried out of the room towards the toilets. Near the end of a double art lesson (2 hours long) just before the morning break, a really attractive brunette girl kept wriggling around on her stool complaining about needing a wee. She had been drinking coffee from a large thermos flask throughout the morning, and by now it was almost empty. She asked to go to the toilet but the teacher told her to wait until the break, much to the girl’s frustration. At the end of the lesson she was helping to clear the art supplies away and couldn’t stand still for a second, and at one point she was washing paintbrushes under the tap while doing the ‘need a wee’ dance much to the amusement of her friends. The bell rang and we stood waiting to leave, but the teacher told us that because the class had been quite noisy that morning, she was going to make us wait for a few minutes. The pretty brunette, who had been stood fidgeting and squeezing her legs together, moaned and said ‘Oh please let us go Miss, I really need a wee’ and the teacher told her to be quiet. She sighed in annoyance and crossed her legs tightly, squirming on the spot. I was close enough to hear her whisper to her friend that she was ‘gonna wet herself’. By the time we were finally allowed to leave, the bursting girl was doing her ‘need a wee’ dance again. As soon as the teacher gave us permission to go, she hurried to the door, trying to push past the people in front of her and moaning at them to hurry up, before she finally made it out of the room and walked very quickly towards the toilets.

I find accents fascinating to be honest. Across the four countries of the UK there are probably more than 100 distinct accents. Some are much nicer to listen to than others, I live near Birmingham at the moment and personally I can't stand the Birmingham accent (sorry Brummies!). The lady who made the Tam Tam South videos has a really cute accent (Bristol area). I like the Czech accents in the LoveWetting videos as well. I think a nice accent really can make desperation cuter.

Some of you might enjoy this, he talks about getting desperate on set and nearly wetting himself in his suit:

This is a follow up to the story I posted here: We had been going out for a few months when I admitted to her that it was a turn on for me to see her desperate for a wee. At first, she didn’t really understand it, but after a while she accepted it and would sometimes deliberately put off going to the loo because she knew I enjoyed seeing her desperate. I remember during the summer, I was home from university and she came on the train to visit me for the weekend. My parents were away so we had the whole house to ourselves. I picked her up at the station in the morning and we went back to my house, had a cup of tea and decided to walk into the local market town centre for some lunch. We found a nice cafe, had a bite to eat (and another two cups of tea each) followed by a walk around some of the shops in the town centre. By early afternoon it had started to rain a bit so we decided to walk back home. As we walked, it crossed my mind that she had not been to the loo since I picked her up from the station a couple of hours before, and prior to that she had sat through an hour long train journey. With all the tea we had been drinking, I wondered if she was starting to need a wee. Although she hadn’t mentioned needing to go, I had noticed her stopping to cross her legs every so often as we walked around the shops. Back at the house, we took off our coats and shoes and went up to my room. We got into bed and started fooling around, undressing, kissing and teasing each other. She had still said nothing about needing a wee, but maybe half an hour after we had gotten into bed, she was lying next to me wearing nothing but her knickers, doing a very cute laid-down ‘need a wee’ dance, raising one thigh to cross it across the other, alternating each thigh, watching me. To my surprise, she then told me that she was ‘desperate for a wee’ but was going to wait because she knew how much I liked it. I teased her for a while, running my hands over her squirming thighs, listening to her little desperate moans, before we stood up from the bed and I pulled her gently against me, kissing her and feeling her body squirming against mine. She put her arms around my neck and gave a little moan of desperation, bobbing on the spot while pushing her thighs together, biting her lip. ‘Oooh babe... I really, really need a wee’ she said quietly. I moved behind her and asked her to stand up as straight as she could, and she immediately crossed her legs really tightly together. I held her hips and pressed up against her, before gently moving my hand lightly across her bladder. She moaned and pushed my hand away, suddenly bending forwards and pressing her hands between her tightly crossed legs. ‘Oh babe, don’t do that or I’ll actually wet myself’ she said before straightening up and turning towards me, putting her arms around my neck again. I kissed her again, and she pressed up against me, squeezing her thighs together. We moved back onto the bed and I lay down next to her, watching her moan and push her hand tightly between her legs. I teased my fingers up her quivering thighs, before moving my hand over hers, pressing between her legs. She let out a little moan, and I asked if it was helping her wait. She nodded and bit her lip, before asking me to let go so she could take off her knickers. I watched her squirming around as she slid her knickers down, before she quickly took my hand and placed it firmly between her legs, telling me to press hard. She moaned softly and crossed her thighs around my hand, and I felt her muscles tighten like a vice. ‘Babe that feels so good, don’t let go without warning me first’ she said quietly, biting her lip. I asked why, and she gave me a cute little smile. ‘Because I’ll wee all over your bed’. We stayed like that for a few minutes, my hand pushed between her thighs, and I felt her muscles squeezing every so often, soft little moans escaping her lips. She had started to stroke my dick, and I was so turned on that I told her that I was already close to coming. She smiled and whispered into my ear, telling me that she would not go for a wee until she made me come. It didn’t take very long, and hearing her little moans and whimpers of desperation in my ear, feeling her thighs squeezing so tightly around my hand planted firmly between her legs, holding back her desperate need to pee, brought me to the edge. I tried to hold off for as long as I could, but she knew I was on the edge, and stroked me faster, whispering into my ear ‘Oh babe please let me go for a wee, I’m so desperate, please let me go to the toilet, I can’t wait much longer’ and that sent me over. I came hard, and as soon as I finished she gave me a kiss and slowly uncrossed her thighs. I gently took my hand away and she quickly replaced it with her own, squeezing hard between her legs and moaning softly, biting her lip. She jumped up off the bed and turned to me, doing a very cute pee dance, jiggling up and down with her hands between her thighs. ‘May I use your toilet please?’ she asked with a cheeky smile, and I laughed and said of course she could. She thanked me and hurried out of the room to the toilet, one hand still firmly squeezing between her thighs. She came back a couple of minutes later, still rosy-cheeked but looking very relieved!

I remember downloading the Porschia video when it was first posted but in my opinion, there wasn't any desperation in the clip and the lip readings that were posted were completely wrong, so I deleted it. The Jessie Jensen clip at the top of page 2, on the other hand, is worth watching.

As someone else has mentioned, in the UK at least they have no legal obligation to provide public toilets. I was really desperate once on a long commute, stopped at a petrol station next to a busy road (the kind of place you'd assume would have toilets) and they didn't have any! I was that desperate I actually asked a staff member if she would let me use the staff toilets but although she was very apologetic she said no.

Nice to see this on the front page again, but yes this should be in the fiction section. I actually started writing a follow up to this but haven't worked on it in a while, I'll try to find the time to finish it.

One afternoon I had been let out early from the last lesson of the day. I was walking down a corridor when I saw a short, very cute blonde girl standing with her legs tightly crossed outside a classroom. I think she had been sent out of the lesson for misbehaving, and she was clearly dying to go to the toilet as she couldn’t stand still. She kept standing on tip toes, keeping her legs crossed, fidgeting all over the place and bobbing up and down on the spot. She probably had to stay behind after the lesson had finished as well, so she would have had a while to wait before being allowed to go to the toilet. After school had ended one afternoon, I was walking to the music rooms when a group of attractive girls from the school choir came rushing out looking very red faced and giggly, moaning about how much they needed a wee. Another girl, a cute brunette, came hurrying out of the room after them but was then stopped by a music teacher who asked her where she was going. She did a cute pee dance, jiggling on the spot and asked the teacher ‘Can I please go to the loo Miss? I’m really desperate’. The teacher laughed and said of course she could go, and she took off after her friends at a jog. Similar to the sighting above, I was heading to the music rooms one afternoon after school had ended when I saw an absolutely stunning blonde girl waiting for choir practice, standing with her legs crossed talking to a friend. ‘I need the loo’ she said, bobbing on the spot, but didn’t know which toilets to go to. Her friend told her that the toilets near the English classrooms would be the best choice as the main set of toilets would be locked by now, so they hurried off together towards the English dept. However, when I went a little later, both sets of toilets were locked (as they often were straight after school), so unless she found someone to open them for her, she would have had to hold it until after choir practice. During my first day of school, we had older students assigned to our classes to guide us around. We had just finished our first lesson and were being shown to our next one by one girl when her friend suddenly rushed up to her, looking really flustered and in a hurry. She was a gorgeous curvy blonde and was wearing her school skirt so short that it barely covered her bum, so of course I couldn’t stop looking at her! They chatted for a while, and the whole time this curvy blonde was doing a blatant ‘need a wee’ dance, hopping from foot to foot and jiggling up and down. She then said ‘I’m going for a wee, I’ve been dying all through chemistry!’ and hurried off to the toilets. During an afternoon IT lesson, I was bored out of my mind and staring out the window when I saw some students doing a drama lesson outside. One girl who was performing, a very cute brunette, was standing with her legs very tightly crossed, her left leg across her right. As I watched, she uncrossed her legs and immediately crossed her right leg across her left. She held this pose for a few seconds, before switching back to her original pose of left over right. After a second or so, she bobbed ever so slightly, really squeezing her legs together. After her group finished performing, she hurried over to join her friends leaning against a fence, immediately crossing her left leg over her right. She held this pose for a few minutes, only briefly uncrossing her legs (and when she did, she was holding her thighs really close together). Eventually, everyone swapped positions, and I noticed that with every step she took she would use the opportunity to cross that leg over the one behind. After a few steps, she started to skip over to a stone bench, sitting on top of it and resting her legs on the seat. She didn’t cross her legs (there wasn’t enough room), so instead she took to sitting with her thighs pushed together, one hand alternating between resting in her lap and on her thigh, and she was using the other to rest her chin on. She was leaning forward slightly with a tense expression on her face, I’m sure she was urgently awaiting the end of the lesson when she would be able to find relief. Afterwards, I saw her hurrying off towards the classroom, still looking as fidgety as ever. At the start of lunch one day, I was walking past the toilets when I saw a really cute Spanish girl walking hurriedly towards them. She tried the door but it was locked, and I heard her sigh loudly, lean back against the door, and cross her legs. She probably had to wait a while before sometime finally came to open them. After school one day, my class had just come out of the school hall where for the past hour or so we had been giving presentations. I saw a tall, slim, pretty blonde and two of her friends rushing to the toilets, only to find them locked. The blonde girl moaned in frustration and shouted ‘Someone open this fucking door!’ while looking down the corridor for a teacher. I’m not sure how long she had to wait for but it was probably a while before somebody came with a key. Another day after school, I had just come out of a science lesson when I heard a pretty brunette girl loudly telling everyone to ‘hurry up’ and she ‘needs the loo’. She kept saying ‘hurry up, hurry up’ and I heard her tell her friend her plan of action. ‘I’ll run to the car and tell mum to drive really really really fast’. She was clearly not a fan of the toilets at school and instead chose to wait it out until she got home. About halfway through an afternoon science lesson a curvy brunette girl asked the teacher if she and her friend (a very cute, tall slim brunette) could go to the toilet. The teacher wasn’t going to let her go, and jokingly asked them why they wanted to go together. She replied that they both needed to go and started jiggling on the spot, and her friend was sat down with her legs tightly crossed, watching the conversation with a worried look on her face. The teacher finally let them go, but they had to go one after the other, and the curvy girl went first because she said she ‘needed it more’ much to the annoyance of her friend who had to sit and wait. After the end of a maths lesson, the last lesson of the day, I heard a cute redhead moan that she needed a wee but had to go to choir straight after the lesson. I saw her a few minutes later standing with a couple of friends outside the music rooms, and she clearly hadn’t been to the loo yet as she was standing with her legs crossed and kept glancing around in the direction of the toilets, not really paying attention to the conversation. I don’t think she would have had chance to go before choir started so probably had to wait a while. Walking home from school one afternoon with a group of friends, I noticed that one of the girls, a pretty brunette, wasn't saying much and was walking slightly ahead of the rest of the group. One of her friends asked why she was walking so fast and she replied 'I just really need to get home and have a wee'. A few minutes later and by now she was walking even further ahead. Her friend shouted for her to come back, and the girl suddenly turned around, pushing her hands between her crossed legs and bending forwards with an embarrassed looking grin on her face. She straightened up and shouted 'I'm gonna wet myself!', jigging up and down on the spot, which her friends found hilarious. She then waved goodbye before hurrying off, clearly too desperate to wait any longer for us to catch up. I had stayed late after school one day to finish some art coursework before the deadline. Some other students had the same idea, including three girls who were stood by the printer. All three of them were very fidgety and complaining about how long it was taking to print their designs. One of the girls, a tall, slim brunette, gave a little moan of frustration, crossing her legs tightly, and announced that she was 'bursting for a wee'. The curvy blonde stood next to her, who also had her legs crossed, laughed and said 'me too, they've locked the toilets though'. She uncrossed her legs, bobbed on the spot with a little sigh of annoyance and then recrossed her legs. The brunette looked shocked to hear this and asked if there would be any other toilets open, and the blonde shrugged and said they could try to find some. The other girl, a tall, athletic blonde who had been stepping from foot to foot while listening to the conversation, suddenly spoke up and said that she would go with them because she was 'gonna wet herself' if she had to wait for much longer. After a couple more minutes of fidgeting and moaning about needing a wee, they collected their printouts and hurried out of the art room. They came back about 10 minutes later looking relieved, so had obviously managed to find somewhere to pee.

Yes, when I start spurting and dribbling I know I'm only minutes away from a complete wetting. I was absolutely bursting once when stuck in traffic on a long drive and by the time I eventually reached the office I was visiting, signed in at reception, got my visitor pass and found the toilets I had leaked so much that my underwear was soaked. Probably the closest I have ever come to wetting myself in public.

I have one very similar actually. I used to work in a book store and there were two women browsing the shelves, one of them kept stopping to cross her legs and as they left I heard her ask her friend if they could go straight to the toilets. Also once saw a very fidgety woman waiting for a bus complaining on the phone about the bus being late and that she was desperate for the loo.

At the end of a lesson just before lunchtime, we were standing behind our chairs waiting to leave. The bell had already rang but the teacher was not letting us go because she was annoyed at the bad behaviour of the class. I heard a very attractive blonde girl standing behind me whisper to her friend ‘Ohh hurry up, I need a wee’, and her friend (cute brunette) said ‘Me too, really badly’. Both girls were standing with their legs crossed and watching the teacher with anxious expressions. The first girl put up her hand said ‘Can we go yet, Miss?’, and the teacher said ‘No, you’ll have to wait a while’ which they didn’t look happy to hear. Another girl sitting near them, very attractive and shy, also looked desperate but was trying to hide it. She was standing with her legs very tightly crossed and was bouncing on the spot as discretely as she could manage, biting her lip and watching the teacher carefully. After about five minutes, the class was allowed to leave. As we left the classroom, the blonde and the brunette girl were trying to push their way through to get out of the classroom faster, complaining at people to hurry up because they were going to wet themselves. When she got into the corridor, the brunette girl suddenly bent forwards and pushed her hands between her legs, saying ‘I need a wee!’ All three girls then rushed off to the toilets. I had gone into an IT room to do some coursework one lunchtime when I saw a tall, attractive brunette girl wearing a very short skirt talking to an IT teacher who she had just finished a lesson with. She was obviously needing the loo quite badly and was showing all the signs of needing to go. First she put one foot out in front of her at an angle, then crossed that same foot over the other, then crossed her legs the opposite way. Her hands were resting on the front of her skirt. The teacher was asking her to stay and finish some coursework but the girl was protesting that she had other things to do. She looked flustered and in a hurry to leave, and she agreed to come back another day to finish her coursework. She bobbed on the spot, said bye to the teacher and quickly left the room in the direction of the nearest toilets. I also saw this same brunette girl desperate during a morning GCSE exam in the sports hall. She was sitting right in front of me, and towards the end of the exam she started fidgeting slightly. From the way she was sitting I guessed she needed to pee, and from the way she was leaning forwards slightly, jiggling her legs and constantly glancing at the clock I could tell she was starting to get desperate. The fact that the hall was quite cold probably didn’t help her predicament. After the exam, I saw her talking to her friend while doing a subtle pee dance, stepping from foot to foot. She was asking her friend to come with her to the toilets but her friend said that she couldn’t be bothered to walk all the way across the school. The brunette said ‘oh please, come on’ with a look on frustration on her face and her friend finally agreed to go with her. At the end of a maths lesson, last lesson of the day, we were waiting for the bell to go so we could leave, standing behind our chairs. A stunning, short and curvy brunette girl was texting on her phone, and was standing with her legs really tightly crossed. Every so often she would uncross them, point one foot in front of her for a few seconds, then cross it over again. She glanced up from her phone towards the teacher and sighed, bobbed on the spot and crossed her legs again. ‘Can’t we go yet Miss?’ she asked, but the teacher said we had to wait for the bell. She sighed again and started fidgeting around, tapping on the back of her chair, before the bell rang and we were finally allowed to leave. I saw this same girl desperate again during another maths lesson at the end of the day. A few times during the lesson she kept saying loudly ‘I want a widdle!’ and ‘I need a widdle!’ At one point, she even asked the teacher ‘Miss, can I please go for a widdle?’ which the teacher ignored. Along with her friends she seemed to be finding it really funny to keep saying ‘widdle’ for some reason, but I think she was actually desperate because after the lesson she immediately crossed the corridor to the girl’s toilets. The door was locked, and as she leant against it she moaned in annoyance. One of her friends laughed at her and the brunette said ‘It’s not funny, I’m bursting for a widdle’. I’m guessing she just had to hold on until she made it home. Walking home from school one day with a group of my friends, one of the girls (a short and really cute dark haired girl) kept complaining that she was ‘dying for a wee’ but the toilets had been locked after school. We had to wait ages to cross a road and she was doing a little pee dance from foot to foot. On the way home we walked past some coin-operated public toilets and the desperate girl told us to wait so she could run in and have a wee. Someone said we were nearly home but she replied that she had been needing a wee for hours and couldn’t wait any longer. She went in, still pee dancing as she put in her coins, and came out a couple of minutes later looking very relieved. During maths, last lesson at the day, I was sat near a really gorgeous short slim brunette girl who had spent most of the lesson fidgeting in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs and generally not paying attention to anything the teacher was saying. As we were walking out the classroom, she said loudly ‘I really, really, really, really need a wee’. Someone replied ‘Go to the toilet then!’ but she said she didn’t like using the school toilets and would rather hold on until she got home. During a school sports day one summer afternoon, we were sitting on the grass watching some of the other races when a curvy, shy brunette girl wearing tight fitting sports kit went over to our teacher and asked if she could go to the toilet. The teacher refused, saying she would have to wait until sports day was over (another hour). The girl looked disappointed and went back to sitting on the grass, but she was looking more and more uncomfortable as the minutes ticked by, going from sitting cross legged, to sitting with her legs folded under her, to kneeling, then standing up and pacing around, back to sitting, then back to standing up again and pee dancing while trying not to let on how badly she needed to go. Eventually she went back to the teacher and asked to go to the toilet again, telling her that she really couldn’t wait until the end, bouncing on the spot a bit. The teacher must have noticed that she was genuinely bursting and let her go, and the girl thanked her and walked quickly towards the toilets. Waiting to go into an afternoon English lesson, a really cute slim blonde girl was complaining that she needed a wee. A few minutes later, she said it again, but this time her voice was strained and she looked very anxious. Unfortunately for her, our teacher was known for never letting anyone go to the toilet, so she had no choice but to hold on for the rest of the lesson. I didn’t see much of her during the lesson but when the bell rang I saw her looking very red faced, hurrying out of the classroom and walking quickly down the corridor towards the toilets, and it was obvious that she was really bursting to go. One year I was really lucky to have an absolutely gorgeous mixed race girl in quite a few of my classes. This girl was stunning (she has since gone on to do modelling work) and was always getting into trouble for wearing her school uniform skirt far too short as most of the time it was barely covering her bum. Even better, she hated using the school toilets, so quite often I saw her fidgeting around in her seat during afternoon lessons and complaining about how much she needed a wee. I remember sitting next to her during an art lesson and she spent the entire lesson squirming around on her stool saying she was desperate for a wee. At one point somebody kept making her laugh and she was sitting there bouncing her knees like crazy, resting her hands on the front of her skirt and said ‘I’m gonna wet myself and I don’t even care’. She was also a bit of a troublemaker so used to get kept behind a lot after lessons and was given a lot of detentions, meaning some days she had to wait even longer before she could get home and finally have a wee.

I grew up really close to pin 127, I wonder who this is?!

What is your age? 25 What is your gender? Male What is your occupation? Project Manager How many times per day do you normally pee? I always try to stay really hydrated so about 6-8. What is the longest you have ever held it? (From the time you went til the time you went again?) Almost 12 hours, I had my morning pee at 8am and tried to last until 8pm but I gave in and went to the toilet with a few minutes to go, I was so close to wetting myself. What is the longest you have ever held it after you started needing to? Nearly 3 hours from the point of 'I really need to pee' to finally relieving myself. In the days of msn messenger I was on webcam with a girl and holding a very full bladder, but she would not let me go to the toilet for ages. By the time she let me go I was begging for permission and was actually starting to wet myself because I physically couldn't wait any more. Do you normally (when not doing something omo related) go as soon as you start needing to or do you wait until you are bursting before you go? I will wait until I'm bursting unless I'm about to go into a long meeting or conference call. Have you ever measured your output? Yes, a few times. If yes, what is the most you have ever measured? Do you think this is your max capacity? Just under 1 litre, and yes I think so, my bladder felt like it was going to burst. What are you interested in? (Check all that apply with an -x) a. Wetting b. Holding x c. BDSM d. Diaper e. Other x (Long pees and signs of relief) Have you ever talked about omorashi with someone in person who was not interested in it? Yes Have you ever talked about omorashi with someone in person who was interested in it other than your partner? Yes Do you talk about omorashi online other than this forum or one similar? (Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, etc.) No How long have you been into omorashi? Can't remember How long have you been practicing omorashi? Can't remember Do you think you have a smaller than average, average, or larger than average holding ability when compared to the omorashi population? Probably average Do you think you have a smaller than average, average, or larger than average holding ability when compared to the general population? I would say larger than average Have you ever entered into a holding contest in real life? No just over instant messaging and webcam If yes, provide some details below :)

I have a few short sightings from back when I worked in a garden centre and gardening store, hope you don't mind me posting these in your thread: A well dressed and attractive lady in her 40s came to my till and started asking me questions about the store, where she could find the cafe, where the house plants were kept etc. She was very friendly and chatty but I noticed that she couldn't quite stand still and kept stepping from foot to foot. She thanked me for my help, then leaned towards me and said quietly 'oh, and please could you tell me where I can find the ladies' toilets?' She looked a bit embarrassed and bobbed on the spot as I pointed her in the right direction, then thanked me with a smile and walked quickly in the direction of the loos. Two young women in their 20s came in late one afternoon just as we were getting ready to close. They both looked quite anxious and one of them was in a real rush, saying to her friend 'Oh god where are the toilets? I'm bursting' and the other woman said that she couldn't see them. The woman in a hurry rushed up to my till, closely followed by her friend, and said 'Where are your toilets please?' I pointed them in the right direction and she thanked me before they turned and walked very quickly towards the toilets. They left a few minutes later without buying anything, so they'd obviously only come in because they were desperate for a pee. Another afternoon during a busy weekend, a really attractive young blonde lady was standing near the tills with her legs crossed, looking around anxiously. She said something to her partner and started stepping from foot to foot, and he just looked around and shrugged, before coming over to my till. 'Excuse me mate, are there toilets here?' he asked and I told him where to find them. The blonde lady, who had gone back to standing with her legs very tightly crossed, seemed relieved to hear this and they hurried straight off to the loos. During another busy afternoon, I saw a very pretty blonde lady in her late 20s waiting next to the Postman Pat coin operated ride for kids near the exit, while her son played on it. She was doing a very obvious 'need a wee' dance, bouncing from foot to foot, scissoring her thighs, hopping up and down, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She was making no attempt to hide it but kept asking her son to hurry up. After the ride finished they left the store, rather than head for the toilets, which surprised me because she looked absolutely bursting.